[CHAR] _PROJECT: P.H.O.B.I.A._

CHARACTER TAB

GM'S CHARACTERS

Miriam Williams (WIP)

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"I AINT SLEEPING CAUSE OF YALL! SO YALL AINT SLEEPING CAUSE OF ME!"

When Woken Up At 4AM

"I swear if my cousin ends up hurting someone with his tricks, im drop kicking him across New Mexico.."

When Talking about James

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Name:

Miriam Williams

Age:

21

Phobi-ablility:

Melophobia, The Fear of Music

Personality:

Relations:

Backstory:

Theme:

James Hathaway (WIP)

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"So I was in a bar once when this panda walked in.."

When trying to make a pun

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Name:

James Hathaway

Age:

23

Phobi-ablility:

Lilapsophobia, The Fear of Storms

Personality:

Relations:

Backstory:

Theme:

NPCS

(Will add when some players arent availible for a limited time)

INACTIVES

When some people drop out, their characters will be put up here for others to take control of, but ask the original creators of the characters first.

Maddie Vaccaro/Wren Geoff - (@Ktyhrea)

Laura Maria Ragosa/Maria Faye Al-Hazzouri - (@FiroIV)

[Pathfinder]

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"Yeah, I do like hurting people."

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Name
Travis O'Connor

Age
24

Robophobia, The Fear of Robots
Nano Boosted Biology: Tavis' body is filled with nanomachines that are slowly phasing out his flesh for robotic replacements. So far they have replaced his bones, teeth, and eyes with cybernetic enhancements.
-Eyes, converted into a cyberpunk visor Travis is able to magnify his vision up to 5x and see into different spectrums, namely thermal, ultraviolet, and a electromagnetic vision. Travis is also able to fire a fairly devastating laser out of his "eye" but unless an external energy source is used it will instead use Travis' stored calories as energy, leaving him physically exhausted after use.

-Bones, Travis' bones have been converted into an unknown alloy by the nanomachines, making them nearly unbreakable.

-Teeth, Nothing too special, his teeth have become incredibly sharp since the first injection. They can slice through kevlar like a hot knife through butter.

-Slight Muscle Enhancements, while they haven't yet been replaced completely they have been reinforced by the nanomachines to more easily support the new weight of his bones. He's easily stronger than most normal men but can't quite bend iron just yet.

Personality
Travis is a marvelously simple person with simple tastes. He's a sadist, his love of battle stemming more from his desire to cause pain and death than any love of the fight itself, and has a deep love and admiration for pizza. If he can have both, them he is content. This isn't to say that he's some mindless blood happy thug who can't deal with people, on the contrary Travis is a fairly affable individual with an irreverent charm that people are drawn to... at least until they see what he's capable of.

At the core of it, Travis is a man who wishes to do what he pleases and be left well enough alone.

Relations
John and Mary O'Connor, both deceased.

Backstory
There isn't much to Travis' story. He was a troublemaking kid who grew up into a violent criminal, getting shipped off to the frontlines as a penal soldier after getting arrested. It was here, in this perpetual meatgrinder, that he was expected to die and be forgotten. He never did.

Travis lead his merry band of killers and con men into hell itself multiple times, coming back bloody, bruised, but alive every time. Eventually his reputation for survival got Dr. Williams' attention and Travis was plucked from the front, pressed into Project: P.H.O.B.I.A. by his superiors. Now he is here, flooded with the nanomachines that killed every other applicant and waiting for his orders.

Misc
-Technically Travis is still a convict in England's prison systems and is treated as such. He must wear an ankle bracelet when outside the facility and must pre announce him leaving at least a day before.
-While Travis is a violent psychopath he can be trusted more or less to do what he's told as it is counterproductive to his survival to start random fights with personnel.
-Travis has no preference of the gender or sex of his partners.

[GoodLuckTuck]

Extra Cal

"Sarcastic? Me? Never."

Calixto Diodoji

Name

Calixto Diodoji

Age

20

Phobi-ability

Pyrophobia

Personality

Cal can come off as snarky sometimes, but really he's just trying got mess around. He does what he wants, which gets him in trouble sometimes. It seems like he never really grew up with his back comments and whenever he speaks his mind. Maybe he never really grew up because of what happened at a young age. Or maybe he did, and he's just trying to be the kid he never got to be. He's kind at heart, it's just that his past haunts him.

Relations

ALL DECEASED
Marie-Ann Diodoji (mother)
Abel Diodoji (father)
Rosie Diodoji (sister)
Alex Metahpol (ex-boyfriend)

Backstory

Cal was born into an "average" family. Not terribly rich, but not terribly poor. In a house with two stories, a mother, father, sister, and brother lived. Abel, the father, was the worker of the family. Marie-Ann was the stay at home mom. Calixto, the brother, was two years older than Rosie, the sister, and the two quarreled often, but still loved each other. It was at the ripe age of seven that Cal discovered something beautiful; the dance of an open flame.

At the end of every day, after dinner and before bedtime, the family would sit in the living room; the fire lit, Marie-Ann sitting in her rocking chair and knitting away, the kids sitting before Abel from where he sat in his own big chair with a storybook in his hands.
That night, it was Rosie's turn to pick the story. She usually picked the same one, and Calixto had finally grown tired of it. His eyes wandered from his father to the lit room before finally settling on the flickering fire. His eyes watched the flames dance, going at their own pace and rhythm. They danced to their own song, the crackle of the wood.

After Abel finished the story, the kids were tucked into their beds. But that night, Calixto could not sleep. He tossed and turned, still thinking of the people dancing merrily in the fire. And so, he greedily stepped out of his room and snuck downstairs. He stared at the hearth, where the flames had died. There was still the faint glow of the embers, the dying song of the fire people. He wanted them to live and sing and dance again, just like in the books his father had read - happily ever after like everyone should live.

The boy took the matches from where they sat on the shelf above the fireplace and snuck back into his room. His heart pounding furiously, he slid open the box and took out the magical stick. The fact that something so tiny could hold so much power fascinated the seven-year-old, but just holding that power wasn't enough for him. He struck the match against the side of the box, and the flame child rose once again. The boy held the small stick close to his face, watching the small child dance, and he gave himself a small giggle.

But the boy was foolish. Even though he knew the power of the match, he had forgotten the power of the flame itself. It reached its end and he gave a small yelp, dropping the fire child. Excited for more fuel, the fire child invited everyone onto the bed of Calixto, and soon the whole room had erupted with the dance once again. Entranced by the flame, but knowing his danger, Cal ran for his window and scampered outside. Breaking his arm, he began to cry, rushing away from his average house and his average family.

An hour later, Cal sat in the back of an ambulance with a blanket around his shoulders. As the vehicle drove away and the paramedics began asking him questions and attending to his broken arm, he watched his average life burn away. Calixto Diodoji never saw his house or his family again. But he knew what he had done. And he'd never forget, even through the various orphanages and foster families and school and bullying. He knew.

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At twenty, Cal found himself struggling. He had no idea where to go further in life, broke and living on the street for two years. It was when he was passed by people that he picked up on the rumor. With nothing beter to do in his life, he signed up. And here he is.

Theme

Innocence

Misc

-He prefers to go by Cal
-He labels himself as bisexual, leaning more towards boys
-Cal has a mini-music player he has on him at all times, along with a pair of earbuds that have lasted way too long
-He drinks if he wants to (even if illegally), and doing so will make him a little more susceptible to creating flame
-Cal doesn't like to talk about Alex Metahpol
-Other things will be added here as the roleplay continues

[EchoicChamber]

Percival Pelacour

“Ladies and gents, the show’s just begun!”

Name:
Percival Rowan Pelacour

Aliases:
Percy, Pierrot

Age:
19

Description:
Clocking in at an even 6’2”, calling Percival “noticeable” would be a severe understatement. With vibrant blue eyes, a bird’s nest of orange hair, and a grin that could aptly be described as “shit eating”, the young man gives off the impression that he’s planning some sort of mischief even when his mind is far from it. He has a penchant for clothing that’s a bit harder on the eyes, with his favorite outfit consisting of deep blue pants, leather boots, and a canary yellow jacket that he often wears like a cape. After starting the PHOBIA treatments, Percival has adopted a few unsettling aspects to his appearance. A certain hungry look in his eyes, for one. Unnaturally pale skin.

The razor sharp fangs that now line his mouth might also have something to do with the effect, as well.

Phobi-ablility:
Coulrophobia, the Fear of Clowns

- Incredibly flexible, to the point of putting most professional acrobats to shame. This goes beyond just plain contortionist skills, however, as he can easily fold himself into spaces where no ordinary human could be expected to fit- these include vents, cups, suitcases, and, of course, tiny cars. Percival also displays a knack for balancing on things.

- Access to a personal hammerspace via his sleeves, pockets, boots, or most anywhere out of sight that he can stick his hand in. This hammerspace grants him, among other things, a comically oversized mallet, pie, a unicycle, and balloons. It's also possible for him to store objects in this space, although, if asked, Percival will admit that he has no idea where the things go, or where they come from in the first place.

- Can weaponize magic tricks.

- Has a mouth filled with sharp, razorlike teeth, and an increased jaw strength. While this allows him to bite and tear into things quite easily, it also leads to Percival biting his own mouth often.

Personality:
Percival is, put simply, quite the personality. For all of his annoyance with the powerset he developed, the young man certainly acts the part of a clown, joking constantly and keeping up an enthusiastic, over-the-top air almost constantly. His fondness for theatrics and dramatic flair can be...quite grating to some, but in the case that one has a thick enough skin to put up with his joking, Percy can be surprisingly friendly.
Beneath his cheery persona, however, Percival is somewhat bitter about his circumstances, and can quickly sober up when the need comes for it.

Relations:
Indigo (Twin Sister), Caroline (adopted younger sister), Soren (adopted father), TBA

Backstory:
Percival and Indigo were the result of a pregnancy between two people who were, quite frankly, unprepared to have children. They were given up for adoption soon after birth, and, two years later, were taken in by a gentle bakery owner by the name of Soren Pelacour. Soren, having always wanted children, had been unable to have his own, and was delighted to take in the two in, although the two quickly wound up becoming a handful with their combined rambunctiousness. That didn’t stop Soren from taking yet another child in once the two had turned twelve, and that certainly didn’t stop the family from becoming incredibly close-knit through the years.

By the time Percy had graduated high school, he had set his eyes on becoming a famous actor one day. While a somewhat difficult choice in career to follow, he was nevertheless supported, and was accepted into a small arts oriented university close to home. Before he could make much progress in his studies, however, the family began to fall on hard times. It became more and more difficult for a small bakery to compete with its larger rivals, and the Pelacours were only just able to scrape by with what loyal customers it could find. Eventually, in desperation to support his family, Percival dropped out of college and signed up for the PHOBIA program. While dangerous, it certainly paid well, and getting some neat superpowers out of the deal just seemed like icing on the cake.

Of course, it also hadn’t been the powerset of a clown that Percival had expected to get.

Theme:
This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race

Dawn Memoli

“Dream of a better tomorrow.”

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Name:
Dawn Evelyn Memoli

Aliases:
TBA

Age:
23

Description:
Clocking in at roughly 4 foot 9 inches in boots, and without much muscle mass to speak of, Dawn isn’t exactly the most imposing figure around. Her face is soft and open, with ash-grey eyes and light skin. Her hair is black and thick, and Dawn has grown it to her hips- although, as a result, she has developed a habit of styling it in a side plait to keep it out of the way most of the time.
Dawn usually tries to “dress to impress”, donning skirts, tights, cardigans and flats to work and throughout everyday life. Winter sees her swapping to a modest sweater and slacks, and warm seasons have her lose the cardigan entirely. In more casual settings, she’ll don a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, but there’s one constant throughout many of her wardrobe changes- a hat. Regardless of setting, she’ll often be found wearing a hat of some kind, although her apparent favorite is a black sunhat.

Phobi-ablility:
Oneirophobia, the Fear of Dreaming

- Can create vivid illusions and hallucinations.

- Has the power to enter the dreams of other people, and alter them if desired. It's also possible for her to drag other sleepers into her own dreamworld, although the effect only lasts for as long as both parties are asleep.

- Can manifest tulpas, or thoughtforms, in the real world to serve as her familiars. While these creatures are bound to Dawn, and are naturally protective of their host, they have a minor level of sentience and often act independently of Dawn's orders. These tulpas tend to vary, but, due to being drawn from her dreams and nightmares, are often recurring.

Personality:
By nature, Dawn is a gentle soul, soft spoken and polite towards strangers and friends alike. She tends to be quite protective and maternal towards friends of hers, and makes an effort to grant a level of respect to most. However, while friendly and slower to anger than some, she is not necessarily a yes-woman- oftentimes, when made annoyed by someone or a situation, her irritation will manifest itself as a dry sort of humor and a somewhat snarky commentary. This humor tends to be present regardless, however. When genuinely angered, Dawn grows calm to the point of frigidity, becoming vengeful and keeping her grudges close at hand.

While Dawn attempts to stay composed and professional for the most part, she can quickly become flustered if the right buttons are pressed.

Relations:
Allen (older brother), Darrien (father), Lyla (mother), TBA

Backstory:
Born the second child of an teacher father and a lawyer mother, Dawn’s early life was generally quite pleasant. The family resided in the suburbs, and, while not rich, had enough money to live comfortably. By all accounts, she was a happy child, with little to worry about.

Except for the dreams.

Dawn was plagued by nightmares and sleep paralysis, and there was hardly a night where her rest went undisturbed. It got to the point where she refused to sleep for as long as possible, sobbing when she was sent to bed, and clawing and hitting herself to keep from falling asleep. The condition only worsened after a favored uncle died, a soldier taken by the line of work. She was eventually put into therapy, and, while it helped to alleviate the worst of it, the dreams never truly stopped.

Upon becoming an adult, Dawn made the decision to go into law enforcement, hoping to protect innocent people in the same way as her departed uncle. She had just obtained her Bachelor’s degree when she heard word of the PHOBIA project. While initially hesitant, she eventually signed up for the job, deciding that using her nightmares to achieve her dream of doing good in the world was an opportunity to at least look into.

Theme:
Through the Valley

[Tenma Tendo]

Eiko Tachibana

☆Eiko Tachibana☆

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☆"It's alright...I'm use to being overlooked..."☆

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Name Eiko Tachibana Pronounced eh-co tah-chi-bah-nah Alias Ko, E.T, Ghost Boy, Tachi Twins (with Thalia) Gender Male Age 17 Height 5' 1" Birthday June 3 Zodiac Gemini Sexuality Bisexual Family Unnamed Parents, Thalia (Older Twin Sister) Theme Song Knots Way (Japanese Ver & Lyrics) Alignment Neutral Good Sin Sloth Blood Type B Hobbies Sleeping, Watching Anime Weapon None FC Gordin (Fire Emblem) Phobi-ability Phasmophobia, The Fear Of Ghosts: The ability to shift in and out of being a spirit, can see and converse with other ghosts, can go through physical objects, such as walls or buildings, can torment others through haunting, or simple nightmares. Drawbacks With having the ability of Phasmophobia, it has affected Eiko's personality greatly. For one thing, the boy is always staring into space, watching the ghosts of various dead things come out and do sometimes odd and uncomfortable things. He doesn't exactly fear the ghosts around him, but they do make him feel self-conscious. He also has a hard time going to sleep with all the voices around him. More will probably be added as the rp goes on.

Personality Eiko is at first seen as cold, uncaring, and quiet, but that’s because he’s very shy and uncomfortable being around people. When he’s with his sister Thalia, it’s seen that Eiko is very kind, a kuudere, honest, clumsy, and charismatic. But this only seems to be around Thalia since he’s the only person Eiko deems as a best friend that he can trust. Eiko can get frightened easily and is known for fading away when scared. Overall, Eiko is a very selfless boy who tries to keep to himself. Traits include: Loyal, Expressive, Serious, Innocent, Stoic, Mute, Shy, A Loner, Seemingly Uncaring, Easily Frightened, Anti-Social.

History Eiko had been born a full blown three hours after his sister Thalia. His was always weaker than her and rather slow when it came to doing the most mundane things in life. However despite this, his family still loved and cared for him, especially Thalia. The two were inseparable since birth, even going to the bathroom together. It was when they turned ten years old that things began to change.

For one their parents began to constantly argue, it going from verbal to physical in a matter of months, with the two of them being caught up most of the fights. This strained relationship soon ended up in divorce, with the twins being separated in the process.

Eiko, now lonely without her twin with him, he becomes transparent in presence and personality. People began to compare him to a ghost, even to the point that Eiko himself started to believe such. He had never been a fan of ghosts, but with Project PHOBIA, he's grown closer to them in more ways then one.

Thalia Tachibana-Watanabe

☆Thalia Tachibana-Watanabe☆

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☆"Completing the mission comes first!"☆

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Name Thalia Tachibana-Watanabe Pronounced thah-lee-ah tah-chi-bah-nah wah-tah-nah-bae Alias T.T., Tachi Twins (with Eiko), Porcupine Gender Female Age 17 Height 5' 0" Birthday June 3 Zodiac Gemini Sexuality Bisexual Family Unnamed Parents and Step Parent, Eiko (Younger Twin Brother Theme Song Knots Way (Korean Ver.) Alignment Chaotic Good Sin Pride Blood Type B Hobbies Sewing, Stitching, Sparing Weapon The needles she can create FC Nino (Fire Emblem) Phobi-ability Belonephobia, The Fear Of Needles: The ability to summon rows of needles out of thin air, reminiscent to knife throwing, can afflict any alignment onto enemies with different needles, can stitch up wounds and cloth with ease, tolerant to pain from other sharp objects. Drawbacks With the abilities of Belonephobia, Thalia has a rather sharp tongue...figuratively. Since sharp things do hurt as much for her, she has a hard time understanding pain and usually never speaks up when she's injured. More will be added on as the rp starts and continues.

Personality Thalia is your happy, bubbly kind of girl who loves to fight, sew, and do anything that involves needles <3. Her cute appearance, voice, and way of talking give off the impression she is innocent and childlike. However, it is quickly revealed that she can be cruel with a malicious side. She constantly judges others and patronizes them with rude insults, albeit jokingly most of the time, with ______ and ______ (pm me if you want one of your characters to be one of the two she messes with the most), being the most common victims. On the other hand, Thalia does show some innocent and childlike traits when around Eiko. Thalia's weakness is her short stature. She's self conscious about her height, and instantly grows angry when it's mentioned.

History Similar to Eiko's, will update to tell her story.

[Lord of Evil]

Ardin

“Aiming high is just asking for trouble.”

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Name: Ardin Joyce

Age: 21

Phobi-ablility: Acrophobia (jump really high, aiming at higher targets is easier)

Personality: Realistic on the side of pessimism, bordering on nihilistic. Fairly logical and intelligent but unambitious and can be a little short-sighted at times. He speaks his mind and may seem surly and rude but is really more resigned and self-deprecating, and maybe just a little bit over-cautious. In spite of all that, he’s not a particularly bad person. He does what he’s asked and follows the rules, and he doesn’t actively shun people.

Relations: Estranged parents and a not-particularly-close relationship with his 2 brothers.

Backstory: The middle son of a reasonably average middle class family, Ardin was often compared to his older brother. He did his best to meet their expectations but in the end it was never enough. For some reason or another he just couldn’t get there, and it probably had something to do with his fear of heights. He was always a little too cautious when he got to a high place, and reasoned that his fear was preventing him from reaching his full potential. Deciding to try and conquer his fear, he took a gap year during college to travel the world. The mounting pressure of trying to do well was getting to him, making him more pessimistic and sucking out his enthusiasm, and he figured that taking a year off would do some good for him. But it was during this year that the incident occurred.

They said it was an accident, though Ardin couldn’t be sure. The plane he was riding had exploded in middair. They said it had been a fault with the fuel tank, or the engines, or any of the the enumerable variables that could’ve been behind it. Miraculously he’d managed to survive, but he’d never be the same. The incident was the final nail in the coffin that shifted his fear of heights into a full-blown phobia. By the time he’d recovered from the incident he felt like a husk of his former self. Working felt like a chore and he didn’t know what to do. Soon enough he dropped out of college and shut himself into his apartment. Soon enough however, the phobia project began. Ardin thought that if he hadn’t conquered his weakness, then maybe he could turn it into a strength. Thus, he signed up for the project with the tentative hope that things might turn out better for him.

Theme: Don’t have one

[Tojin]

(Note: This picture is pre-experiment. Post-experiment Esther tends to dress the same, but hide her extra eyes under her hijab.)

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“Spidergirl! Spidergirl! Does whatever a spidergirl does.~”

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Name: Esther al-Mubarak.

Age: 19.

Phobi-ability: Arachnophobia.

Appearance: Esther clocks in at about 5'4" and 110, owing to her having the metabolism of about three people. (This is only a slight exaggeration.) She tends to favor wearing jeans and various graphic t-shirts,
along with her favorite hijab. As for her lower body, it doesn't have the appearance of any spider in particular; it's completely jet black, though it does fade into Esther's natural brown skin color. Though whatever spider it is, it was apparently venomous, as Esther now has two prominent fangs that occasionally drip venom. They're not long enough to stick out of her mouth, but are visible when she smiles.

Personality: Esther, at first glance, is impish, sarcastic, lazy, and doesn’t really seem to give much of a damn about anyone or anything. She’s blunt, swears like a sailor, and just generally doesn’t seem like a great person at first glance. However, underneath her shell of bad jokes and curse words, Esther has a heart of gold; she’s compassionate, friendly, and intensely loyal (though she can come off as a bit clingy). She honestly enjoys laughing and making others laugh, and as it turns out, sarcasm and good timing make for a great combination. Esther is also very independent, always attempting to do things on her own before asking a friend for help.

Despite outwards appearances, Esther is actually rather introverted, preferring to spend the majority of her time browsing Reddit or Tumblr, or making music in her room. She also tries her best to be a good Muslim, though a lot of times her religion tends to take a back seat to whatever the other thing is.

Relations: Ahmad (father), Sabeen (mother), Muhammad (younger brother). Relations with other characters are TBD (though Percival seems like someone Esther would enjoy).

Backstory: Born in Essex to a pair of second-generation Iraqi immigrants, Esther moved around a lot as a kid, owing to her parents both being enlisted in the military. As a result, she never really had the chance to make very many friends, since she would be living on one military base for a while and then have to move again. Nevertheless, Esther kept up an optimistic air, (WIP)

Misc.: Fluent in spoken Arabic, and is learning how to write it properly. Enjoys wearing her hijab, since it makes her feel rather unique. Her favorite food is bubble tea, which she got hooked on after visiting a tea shop near her house. Calls everyone “dude”, regardless of gender or age. Has an arrow in her room pointing towards Mecca. Has a Soundcloud account under the name "EaM", where she occasionally uploads songs she's made between missions. Lesbian.

Themes:
*Calm: WonderWing - Sakuzyo
*Active: Rug Lags - izna
*Battle: Lune - M2U and NICODE
*Boss Battle: Synthesized Angel - Sakuzyo

VO: Emma Blackery.

[Ktyhrea]

M. Vaccaro

The greatest illusion of this world is the illusion of separation. Things you think are separate and different are actually one and the same. We are all one people, but we live as if divided.
-Guru Pathik

Name
Maddie Vaccaro

Age
20

Phobi-ablility
Aquaphobia
Defined as an abnormal fear of water, this phobia was initially triggered by a near-death experience on a boating trip when Maddie was young. Since the incident she has developed a great fear of large bodies of water, mainly oceans and dark or murky water.
-Ability to breath underwater
-Ability to see clearly in deep water, where others would need some kind of light i.e. a night vision of sorts
-Ability to manipulate liquid water (not ice, snow, or things which contain water, just pure water)

Personality
-Optimistic -Clingy
-Charismatic -Unfocused
-Patient -Timid

Relations
-Andrew Vaccaro (Brother, deceased)
-Timothy Day (Half-brother)
-Sandra Day (Previously Vaccaro) (Mother)
-Joseph Day (Stepfather)
-John Vaccaro (Father, deceased)

Backstory
Raised in an average sized town, in an average looking house, with an average seeming family, Maddie always wanted to be more than just average. School was easy for her; she had friends and got good grades, but it all seemed very hum-drum.
When she was younger and her father was around life wasn't nearly so boring. Sadly when she was a mere five years old her father and brother drowned while fishing on the lake in the backyard.

All three of them had been in the boat, and Maddie's brother Andy pulled his lifejacket off and gave it to her before sinking down into the darkness. It was hours before the paramedics arrived, as her father's house was over an hour from the nearest town, and Maddie was on the shore when they arrived, huddled in a ball, her eyes red and puffy though she had long since run out of tears.

The accident spurred up years of trauma for Maddie, and while the vibrant memory of that day faded into a dull ache, the fear stayed alive as ever.

When her mother remarried Maddie got another brother, Tim, and a stepdad. Neither of those things changed much of anything in her life, but that was the way of things. Nothing really altered her way of life.

She eventually grew into a young woman who could be described as a people person in a sense. Her charisma came from her mother, ever the charmer, and though she remained erring on the side of caution in many cases she remained optimistic that her life would amount to more.

And now it has.

Theme
R I S E

W. Geoff

Half of me is a hopeless romantic, but the other half is just so damn realistic.
-W. Geoff

Name
Wren Geoff

Age
23

Phobia-ability
Nyctophobia
Defined as not simply the fear of darkness, but the fear of what you cannot see in the dark; that there is something in the dark that intends to do you harm. Wren's phobia developed when he was young before his mother abandoned him. He often slept in the dark closet in their one bedroom and the sounds coming from the other side of the closet door drew vivid nightmares from his darkest dreams.
-Ability to see in the dark
-Ability to cause hallucinations
-Ability to make others believe that there is something watching them from the darkness

Personality
-Charming -Independent
-Confident -Arrogant
-Quick Thinking -Manipulative

Relations
-June Geoff (Mother, location unknown)

Backstory
Born to a young woman who had no business raising a child, and brought up on the streets of a big city after being abandoned at ten years old, Wren has spent much of his life on the run. Running from his mistakes and responsibilities. At fifteen he found himself amongst a bad group of folks and soon landed in a juvenile detention center.

He was released after six months and came out a very different young man. He found a job and made an honest attempt to turn his life around. That lasted for almost a year and when times got tough he returned to his less than desirable ways.

He found out about the P.H.O.B.I.A. Project through an old coworker and expressed interest. He was soon swept into the world of science and genetic engineering, and, although his phobia still causes him more than a few problems, he has been honing his skills ever since.

Theme
D E M O N S

[Sapphire]

Juniper

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"Don't worry, I'll handle this on my own."

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Age:
20

Phobi-ablility:
Rhabdophobia, The Fear Of Magic

Personality:
As a kid Juniper never learned to look to other people for support, the lasting effects of that on her are very clear. She is never one to ask for help and never expects anyone to be willing to help her. However she knows the expectations of her are very different and often fills a very care giving role. Juniper is a very social person and prefers to maintain a circle of friends, who she goes to the ends of the earth to please, often sacrificing her own wants and needs. She is against unnecessary conflict and can often act as a mediator, although she does posses a lot of unresolved anger from her childhood. She maintains the idea that to others she is seen as particularly useless or weak and is constantly trying to prove them wrong.

Relations:
Beatrice Baroclette, 57, Mother, Status: Alive
Nathaniel Baroclette, 59, Father, Status: Alive
Westley Baroclette, 21, Brother, Status: Alive
Kyle Baroclette, 18, Brother, Status: Alive

Backstory:
Juniper's father was always obsessed with the idea of having sons and her mother was emotionally unavailable for her own reasons. So Juniper was the kid who always got forgotten. No one came to her recitals or hung her art projects on the fridge. She was always vying for attention she would never get. Her parents failed her expectations time after time, it was clear they were more focused on her brothers.

Juniper could not accept this favoritism. She felt that if she showed her parents and the world that she could do just as much as her brothers, if not more, that maybe she would be accepted as they were. Juniper threw herself into sport after sport in elementary school, earning occasional small signs of approval from her parents which just drove her to do more. She found that she could not stick with many of these sports even though it could mean the approval of her parents. Towards the end of elementary school she became interested in martial arts, something about the basic karate classes she was able to take struck a chord with her. Juniper was never the best at it, she did not have the most skill but she stuck with it. Going on to practice in high school where she branched into boxing and mixed martial arts. She never participated in any sort of competition because as good as it felt to lay into a punching bag, she did not get the same feeling from fighting most people.

When Juniper graduated her parents revealed to her that they did not have the money to pay for her university, they were able to give her some assistance but they did not want to drain resources from her younger brother. The first year was paid for, the second she struggled to make it through. Juniper realized that she would have to take a year off at least to avoid going deep into debt. As she was looking for a job she came across an add for a scientific project, later after screening and background checks she would find out it was Project P.H.O.B.I.A., an experiment that would change her life.

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[FiroIV]

Laura Maria Ragosa

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"You know how the old saying goes, me's a crowd.”

"It’s Laura with emphasis on the A U, get it right or get lost."

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Name: Laura Maria Ragosa

Age: 26

Phobi-ablility: : Ochlophobia, the fear of Crowds

Application: Self-Replication

She can create an infinite amount of replicas of herself from nowhere and at no cost. The replicas seemingly appear and disappear from nowhere.They are functionally as human and physical as the original, but are more like hyper realistic illusions that fool technology and people. Her power works on the premise of belief and want allowing her to will their existence in nay location within her viewing and understanding. If she wills it to have an entire room full of her replicas then there will be a room full of her.

All replicas can be created to be autonomous or a part of a hive-mind. Autonomous replicas act independently albeit similar to the original and are expected to follow orders. Autonomous clones can be used for more long distance spying but the farther they are physically and emotionally the less control the original has. Replicas in the in the hive-mind share one thinking space where the original has authority, the larger the group the harder to control

She can design the existence of the clones functionally recreating their appearance, age, sex, and personality as long as it is based on her own identity. The more separate the replica’s identity from her the harder they are to instruct or integrate into the hive-mind. Designing a replica requires for her to actively think about them as if creating a character. Simply changing their appearance is easy, but changing their personality requires for her to think of scenarios that will make it happen for that replica to have such a personality.

As replicas of her they all share the limited physical and thinking abilities as the user, unless designed otherwise. The clones are naturally just as human as she is and are just as susceptible to pain and torture as she would be, but kidnapping a clone is unlikely as she never keeps track of any clone long enough for them to exist outside of her immediate peripheral.

Personality:

She’s a steadfast girl with a big personality, loud, explosive, and emotional. She’s the headstrong, in-your face, and openly aggressive when need be kind of girl that will chew you out if you deserve chewing out. She’s also just as likely to shower someone with love and affection. She’s that girl with a soft and nurturing core, much more forward thinking and constantly underestimated in both level of understanding and intelligence because people only really see her as a sex object, and naturally her response to this was to get even, get better, and make them all regret the day they underestimated her.

Relations:

Mother & Father: Alive, separated, but together in their vices, ineptitude and mutual neglect of their children. One is a bipolar junkie in and out of the institution, and the other is an alcoholic petty thief. There’s no love lost in their disappearance.

Younger siblings: Alive, well, one of the few good things in her life, and deserve so much better than her. Don’t mess with them because they are her pride and joy.

Faye: Dated, amicable split, very kinky. Owes her for her current job.

Backstory:

In every neighborhood there’s always someone like her.

In every neighborhood there’s always someone like her. Laura was never much of a child since she had to take care of her parents. By the time she was ten she knew how to properly take care of a drunk and a junkie, while taking care of a five-year-old with a hundred-degree fever. To say that she had to grow up quickly is an understatement of great proportions.

Laura was still in her adolescence when she found out she couldn’t be in crowds. There was an assembly in school where all the students in school gathered, ten minutes into the school assembly she started breaking down which lead to her passing out. By the time she figured out she couldn’t be anywhere near a big crowd she had already quit school. Using any means necessary she managed to deal with her own phobias and still managed to support herself and her siblings. All her odd jobs and part time jobs were done late at night or where she can be isolated from other people, and it worked. They weren’t the best jobs, but for someone who only had a high school degree, supporting five other children, and made sure to keep a roof over her head she did leagues beyond everyone her age.

As an adult Laura still struggles to make rent and provide a comfortable lifestyle to her family, but things are better now. It helps that everyone understood their position and helped to make ends meet. Times are always tough for Laura, but even she needed help, self-help material could only go so much. She joined a program for lower income citizens who needed counseling, a group therapy type thing where she met and dated Faye for a few months until they split. She didn’t need the program when she heard about it, but the offer was too good, and she still had four siblings that needed to go to university. With great thought she jumped in head first into battle, a means to end the tragedy of lost youth.

Maria Faye Al-Hazzouri

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“I’d like to go out with a bang, the fireworks kind.”

"Someday soon I hope this hell ends, until then it'll keep a roof over my head."

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Name: Maria Faye Al-Hazzouri

Age: 27

Phobi-ablility: Hoplophobia the fear of Firearms

Application:Gun Manipulation & Summoning

She has complete mastery of any kind of firearms. In application she can make bullet move to go to its intended target so long as she knows where the target is, as such she can make a bullet curve, make complete sharp turns, reverse, speed up, slow down, and hover until it hits its target. Once a bullet hits it’s intended target she can no longer control it as it is no longer in her domain of control. The bullets however do not exceed their function, as such a regular pistol can only shoot bullets that work like regular pistols, as such they cannot pierce armor because only armor piercing bullets pierce armor.

Her powers also extend to the gun itself as such she can telekinetically control guns around her. Her level of control with her powers allow her to place a sniper rifle outside the immediate vicinity and still be able to know where it is, shoot it from a distance and still be able to it hit her intended target.

There is also an added reality bending aspect to her power in that her fear allows her to functionally carry an absurd amount of firearms from a concealed location on her body, or from their appropriate cases. The guns which she summons also have an added bonus of being in perfect condition at all times, and never running out of bullets. She can functionally summon guns out of nowhere as long she has a means of making them appear when not in direct line of sight from someone, or if she is pulling it out of a case. Her powers allow her to do this because it is based on the belief that guns are at their most dangerous when they appear out of nowhere, have a never ending magazine, are at their top condition, and can come from multiple directions.

Personality:

She's an anti-nihilist, a woman who has long since accepted that the world sucks and that’s why she makes the most of it and herself. Her ideals are based on the simple fact that anyone can die at any moment in time, to live your life inhibited will one of regret. The same principles apply to why she’s where she is now, if you were given the chance to be rid of what you fear the most, why not take the plunge and do it, helping people is just a big plus. Some would say her action are that of a thrill seeker, while others would say suicidal and manic, to her all that matters is that she’s having fun at her own pace and being a good person.

Relations:

Mother: Alive and in a senior home for early onset Alzheimer’s, but otherwise happy

Father: Possibly dead, she left when she was young. Won the “Not as much of an asshole” award for leaving Faye and her mother money.

Laura: Dated, amicable split, great in bed. Likes her work ethic.

Backstory:

A child of love born out of the war

She is the child of love born out of the war between a mother who fought in the war and a detective father who wanted peace. She had a good childhood that resulted in a thick but good head on her shoulders that understood what it means to be good and bad. When she was twelve her parents split apart, their divorce was pretty clean and he was still supportive, they simply fell out of love. Through her mother’s soldier duties and her father’s justice seeking she herself became a soldier. Her years at the military academy and war college taught her what it means to be at war, the intricacies of the world, and the justice inherent in everything, but at the same time grew to appreciate what is left and what can be fought for.

At 25 she was already an accomplished soldier having gone to the fields of battle several times. By her fifth tour she already had PTST, but she kept on fighting the good fight. In a twist of irony her biggest tragedy happened when she was in the city, a rouge sniper began picking civilians one by one with her helpless and exposed. It was a tragedy of two casualties, dozens emotionally scared, and her who’s entire life has so far revolved being able to and having pride in firearms no longer able to be nearby one. The irrational fear had already set in, a rare case of late onset phobia development helped by its comorbidity with years of PTSD.

Faye lost her military identity soon after, no one needed a soldier who can’t fire a gun. Two years of therapy didn’t help. The only good thing to come out of it was that she met Laura, who she dated for a while, but they had conflicting life goal and split soon after. A part of her believed that she would never be able to serve a purpose or see battle again, someone like her with her skill set would never be able to live a normal life. For a while she thought being a civilian is that she was left to be, but soon enough someone approached her for the PHOBIA program. Once more she found a reason to serve and protect, with the power and opportunity to do good in a much bigger scale.

[Cherrywitch]

Thirteen

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"I... I want to be useful."

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Name: Unknown, simply called "Thirteen" or "Triska" by some
Age: 19
Description: A small boy at maybe 5'4", Thirteen is someone easily lost in a crowd. He has fairly pale skin with a sweet heart shaped face adorning a small nose and girlish lips. In fact, Thirteen is often mistaken for a girl at first introductions, which he highly distastes. He appears to be Eurasian, given away by his large slanted cat like black eyes, thin eyebrows, and short yet slightly curly black hair. Thirteen is thin, which he is embarrassed about, considering how slight his body structure is. He often wears black jeans and a long black coat with a white scarf— if anyone tries to take it, he'll go berserk. He the Roman numeral for thirteen tattooed under his left eye.
Phobi-Ability: Triskaidekaphobia, the fear of the number 13
Personality: Thirteen is commonly seen as strange. He keeps away from others and isn't very good with social interaction. In fact, Thirteen doesn't talk very much at all, and getting him to is a pretty big success. If you try to touch him, he'll flinch away with scared eyes and if you try to befriend him he'll blow you off. People say he's an antisocial jerk, but really he's just frightened.
He's scared that he is a bad luck charm, and that everyone who got close to him will only get hurt. Thirteen distances himself so as not to get attached to anyone anymore, so neither party experiences pain. He thinks he is better off alone, so his curse of bad luck doesn't affect people around him he cares about.
Thirteen is actually pretty superstitious, and if you try to do something like shatter a mirror or open an umbrella inside he'll hit you upside the head so fast you wouldn't see it coming. Sadly, though, he does happen to attract a lot of bad luck and has since he was younger— black cats always followed him, he'd accidentally walk under ladders and the worst was the number 13... but I'll save that for the background.
However, Thirteen does have a soft side. He likes cute things, though he doesn't admit it, and his room actually has many adorable stuffed toys that's he's embarrassed of. If he finds something cute, Thirteen has trouble brushing it aside and will want it desperately. He's also quite bashful if you hit the right nerve, and truly... he's always wanted to be hugged, but he's just afraid of the consequences to the other party.
Relations: He doesn't know his real family. His "brother" and his "grandma" both died, and somehow he blamed himself for their deaths.
Backstory: As early as he could remember, Thirteen was a nameless street rat who stole food to get by. He was apathetic of others, as seemingly emotionless as he is now, and only cared for himself and surviving.
When he was around nine, he stumbled upon another street rat like himself, one caught for stealing bologna and bread from a local shop. Thirteen would usually have just passed by, but there was something about the kid... he couldn't leave him.
Thirteen rushed in, snatching the boy up and racing off, far too fast on his feet for the group to catch. The boy thanked him, and shared the food with Thirteen as a gift for saving him. For a few years, they were brothers, and a menace to the small shopkeepers of the area.
One day while they were running away from a group of angry shopkeepers, they made a wrong turn into a construction site. Thirteen was running ahead, and only heard a loud clutter that sounded as if a bomb had gone off. It seemed time had slowed as he looked over his shoulder, and saw his brother crushed under a huge slab of wood, with a printed number "13" on the side.
Thirteen didn't cry, and it tore him up inside that he couldn't even mourn. A few months later, he was sitting in an alleyway passing time when the backslid opened. Thirteen didn't make a move to run, quietly raising his eyes to the woman who peeked out.
The woman took him in, he referring to her as "grandma" while he helped around the restaurant. Thirteen knew that the restaurant was just a cover, and that this store was something else entirely, but he didn't question what that was. Someone kind enough to take him in and care for him, how could he not trust her?
Then, one day a group of men came in. They seemed suspicious but Thirteen didn't mention it. Before he knew it, a bullet was fired right through grandma's head. Later, Thirteen found out she was a sort of mafia boss, but at the time he was so confused and horrified. And what date did he see on the calendar but the 13th? Thirteen wrapped the scarf she had made for him around his neck, the one so lovingly sewed because he was always cold, and left in silence. Again, he couldn't bring himself to cry.
The traumatized boy was said to have walked up to the building of research, holding out a small flyer he had found advertising the PHOBIA project. Quietly, he asked "I... I want to be useful. Please make me strong." Thirteen didn't want to lose anyone again because he wasn't strong enough to protect them. He wanted to be strong.
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